episode_0083

If you call yourself a model student in front of your mom or kids, they might think it’s a joke, but it turns out you were a model student.

I spent my middle school years without having any accidents and had a good attitude in class. Since I have past life experience in the first place, it can’t be bad.

There may be room for disagreement, but as always in everything in the world, the truth is persecuted. Since this person usually behaves a little in his own way, even his good points tend to be disparaged.

If you remove those prejudiced views and look at it objectively, you can see that you have had and are spending exemplary school years.

what… … , that’s right.

Right now too. Yumina, sitting next to me, is sleeping on her stomach even though it is class time. The gray-haired, self-proclaimed friend in the front seat is scribbling in a textbook.

But what about this side? He was sitting in a very exemplary posture. Looking around, I could feel how exemplary this attitude was. This is because most of the students are doing something else.

It is an inevitable part. That’s because it’s common sense to finish high school before entering high school. Since most of them were children of wealthy families, they maintained that level of common sense. Is there any way to have a good attitude in class in such a situation?

In terms of absolute evaluation, he was not a very exemplary student, but compared to the many examples around him, he could be called a model student.

Of course, I’m not very exemplary, so I do some strange things sometimes, but I overlook the little deviations from my school days because I’m cute.

I closed the book. The reason I’m having these random thoughts is because the book I’m reading right now isn’t interesting. This book examines how much influence a sociologist’s life had on academia and how it changed aspects of modern society. Naturally, this is not something that can be covered in one book. As a result, some parts were detailed and others were glossed over and skipped over, making it less fun to read.

Maybe it’s not a problem unique to this book. I think it’s just their mental state that’s the problem.

As I have had quite a bit of reading experience and established tastes, I have come to be able to roughly guess what the content is about just by looking at the table of contents. It is a natural state. If you can say that reading is a hobby, you can do that.

But the feeling of dealing with that situation was not natural. I’m tired of knowledge. It seems like I know everything, but I wonder if there is a need to describe things I don’t know in such detail.

To put it bluntly, I think I got a second year of middle school. Is it a hormone problem? … .

no. No way. Of course, he has reached that age, but objectively speaking, he is the same as usual. The cause lies elsewhere.

Changes in the original academic paradigm do not occur easily. When reading related books, they tend to cover trending topics and, naturally, bring out similar references. At a microscopic level, the approach or description may be different, but at a macroscopic level, it is just the same topic and a similar conclusion.

In order for something new to come out, something that breaks the existing paradigm would have to emerge, but since academics are not something that moves dramatically, it would still take a lot of time.

So, in the end, the reason I got tired of reading books was not because of puberty, but because the speed of reading exceeded the speed of knowledge development. Life is boring. Why live?

Umm… … .

But when I think about it again, I think it’s just hormones. It’s not puberty. It’s literally a hormone problem. In modern society, there is a lot of provocative content, so reading may feel boring. There are many stimulating and convenient stimulants, so reading is enough to make you feel uncomfortable. My brain is tired, so I need a dopamine fast.

I think this is correct. I am relieved to have concluded that it is not an adolescent sensibility that makes me feel like I have had a rough taste of all the world’s knowledge and that I don’t have to read books anymore, but a modern man’s incurable disease. As a modern person, there is nothing I can do~.

Should I play a phone game? I played with my phone for a moment and turned it off. Model students do not use cell phones during class. Although I’m not a particularly model student. I can’t do bad things in good conscience.

Is this the good kid syndrome? Trying to be nice is bad for your mental health. Maybe we need to act a little more freely.

“no…….”

Yumina was talking in her sleep next to me. When I lowered my head and looked, I was sweating coldly. I must be having a nightmare. Have you ever dreamed of being betrayed and being shot to death? this. I patted my back as I was lying face down. Don’t worry, then Laplace will die instead. I don’t have that much faith, so I personally feel uneasy. But what can I do? It’s my life.

Time passed and class ended. Yumina woke up as if she had set the biological alarm to the sound of the bell. He looked at me with a half-asleep look, as if he was puzzled by the hand that was patting him, so I shrugged his shoulders to show that he wasn’t joking.

Yumina washed her face dry. He seems to have come to his senses a little.

“Young lady, you didn’t take any notes.”

Seeing them make conclusions without even listening to the answer makes me nervous. It’s true that I didn’t take notes, but I didn’t do it because I didn’t need to. It’s not that I have a bad attitude in class.

Yumina called the white-haired man’s name and spoke.

“Can you lend me your notes?”

“Ugh! Just a moment.”

Gray Hair scribbled for a moment to see if he could organize the notes he had written in the textbook.

“here.”

When I took a quick look at the delivered textbook, I saw that it was full of notes written with a sharpie. It was a mess, as if it was my first time writing with no structure. It’s not the quality to show to others.

Yumina paused. I feel like I’m going crazy with the amazing quality.

“……thank you.”

His gray hair became flushed as he spoke ceremonially.

“me too!”

Why do I get the answer there too! I don’t know if it is.

He stopped Yumina, who was trying to copy her handwriting, for a moment and brought out the gray-haired textbook.

“I’ll show you a magic trick.”

I held up the two written pages and put them together. I put my hands on both sides and rubbed quickly enough to not tear the paper. Yumina was shocked and tried to stop him, but it was already over.

He stopped his hands, unfolded the pages he had put together, and showed the results.

“Ta-da. Magic that makes effort disappear.”

The writing was smeared and erased.

The white-haired man seemed to be in shock, his mouth wide open and his eyes trembling.

Today I learned common sense that gray hair should not take notes in textbooks with a pencil.

clap.

Clap clap.

“hey!”

Yumina screamed and started nagging. I had no choice but to refresh my memory and restore the written content without making a single mistake. It’s a hassle.

* * *

A side activity of the Deep Sleep Research Department is deep sleep. So, I don’t do club activities and pursue sleeping at home.

However, during club time, which is a regular class, you have to engage in unnecessary side activities.

“The tape is crooked. Try putting it on properly.”

“huh!”

When I pointed it out, the white-haired man took off some of the black tape and put it back on. In response, the drawing paper taped to the window shook. The drawing paper was taken from the art department.

Today is the first session of the Deep Sleep Research Department, so we are doing something very important.

This is to create a gloomy environment where sunlight does not enter by covering the windows of the poor rooms.

Sunlight is a major factor that disturbs a good night’s sleep. When exposed to sunlight, hormones are produced that begin to force us to become conscientious people who are active outside. Then it won’t work. The important task of the Deep Sleep Research Department is good sleep, not a good life. Sunlight is the enemy of inactivity.

Well, to really sleep well, you need to be exposed to sunlight in the morning to activate your hormones. Also, sunlight passing through a glass window is ineffective, so it must be hit without a window. But when you wake up in the morning and open the window, it’s cold, right? Who does that?

Anyway, that’s why I don’t sleep during club time and stick drawing paper on the window. It would be correct to install blackout curtains, but since we don’t have them right now, it’s a temporary measure.

If you want to actively participate in club activities, it would be right to do all these basic things before club time and get a good night’s sleep during club time… … . There was a shortage of manpower because the only person sincere enough to think like this was himself. It’s a pity.

If there were only 8 billion people like you in the world, a lot of things would be different. is not it? It might not be much of a difference. Even though it looks like this, it belongs to the ordinary axis.

“Put it on the bottom too.”

“Yes.”

The gray-haired man put drawing paper on the window with a serious expression. He’s probably the only one who is serious about this. The ghost member for filling up the crew is sleeping in the corner, and Yumina is in trouble. It’s so crazy.

“This time, the drawing paper is crumpled. They say you just need to block out the sunlight, but that doesn’t mean you mess it up. You have to look pretty to feel good, right?”

The gray-haired man grunted and spread the drawing paper with his body. I lack tact.

The precious nap time passed by and before long, I had finished gluing the drawing paper to the window.

“I’m done!”

He had an expression of accomplishment. I think physical labor suits my aptitude.

I tried turning off the light. Sunlight came gently through the drawing paper. Oh, that doesn’t work either. The sunlight is unnecessarily strong. I expected it, but I felt somewhat disappointed. I need to order blackout curtains.

I tilted my head blankly, looking at the sunlight shining gently on my white hair. I had a hard time putting it on, but when I saw the sunlight passing through, I felt like I had complicated feelings.

“It’s okay if the process is enjoyable.”

He said something as a consolation.

Then, I just looked at this side and blinked.